i love how entertained anders is

Smile

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Hawke swears Anders smiles like sunshine. It’s warm and life-giving, they say, and chases off even the cloudiest of moods. So it should come as no surprise that they try to be the cause of its appearance as often as they can.

Every goofy joke or cheesy flirt, every cheeky grin across the table during Wicked Grace games. It’s all for the simple cause of getting a smile out of the mage. And it’s all worth it, as far as Hawke is concerned, when Anders laughs and shakes his head before shooting them a genuine smile.

“Have I ever told you about the time I fell out of a tree and broke my arm?” they ask on the way through the Lowtown markets, nudging Anders’ side.

Anders can tell where this is going, of course, but he plays along anyway. “Oh? No, never heard that one.” he says.

Hawke’s grinning at their own joke already but they press forward. “Yeah, guess you could say I went out on a limb and almost lost one for it.”

“Maker Hawke!” Anders fusses and shoves at their arm but he’s laughing despite himself. “That’s the worst one yet.”

They just laugh along and agree. Both because he’s right and because he’s smiling. He’s smiling and, as far as they’re concerned, they’ve won this.

They’d give anything to see him smile. It makes even the worst times more bearable.

So as they take one last look over their shoulder at Kirkwall, smoke still rolling off the Chantry ruins, then look back to find Anders’ face hard and grim, they know they have to do something. There has to be something… something they can say that they haven’t already.

“You know,” they hum, slowing to a stop and turning to look out across the wilderness at the city below. “this isn’t so bad.”

Anders turns to them, still frowning, and asks, “What are you talking about, Hawke?”

Hawke tosses a grin over their shoulder and gestures to Kirkwall below them. As if for effect, ashes from the far-off Chantry rubble blow by them.

“You can actually see the skyline now, without that ugly building in the way.”

Anders stares at them for a long moment and, just when they think they’ve failed, he breaks into a shaky fit of laughter. The mage steps forward, buries his face in their coat, and dissolves into a mix of laughter and grateful tears. Hawke just wraps their arms around his shoulders and sways on their feet, waiting for him to recover.

“I love you.” he says finally and rewards them with the warmest smile they’ve seen yet. “You know that?”

“I had a hunch.”

“I don’t know how you do that.” he remarks and takes their face in his hands.

“Do what?”

“Always know just how to make me smile again.” Anders says fondly, pressing his forehead to theirs.

Hawke just grins at him. “It’s a gift.”

The gift they’re most proud of, in fact.

10

Stargate SG-1: Season 10, Episode 6 “200”

TEAL'C: You cannot remain this way, O'Neill.

O'NEILL: Why not? It gives us an advantage over the Goa'uld. I can sneak around all I want, totally undetected. I give us the element of surprise. The bottom line is, I can do more for this planet invisible than I ever could as my own sweet salient self.

TEAL'C: I assume I am staring at you stoically.

O'NEILL: Not buying it, eh?

TEAL'C: No. You are most transparent, O'Neill.

O'NEILL: Oh. I get it. Good one.

TEAL'C: I can see right through you.

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DANIEL: How-how did we escape?

MARTIN: Isn’t it obvious?

MITCHELL: Even if the valley wasn’t filled with Jaffa, we could never have made it to the gate and dialed out in under…ten seconds.

MARTIN: Good. See, that’s why we’re here. So, whaddya think? Thirty seconds?

[The others just stare at Martin, incredulous.]

MARTIN: May-maybe not such a round number. How about…thirty-eight!

DANIEL: What difference does it make? I mean, it’s not like you’re going to have an actual “ticking clock” on the screen.

MARTIN: That’s brilliant!

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DANIEL: Okay. One, that’s Star Trek; and two, it’s ridiculous.

MARTIN: What’s wrong with it?

CARTER: "The singularity is about to explode?“

MARTIN: Yes.

CARTER: Everything about that statement is wrong.

DANIEL: How exactly is having weapons at maximum going to help the situation?

MARTIN: The audience isn’t going to know the difference. They love: "weapons at maximum.”

MITCHELL: Never underestimate your audience. They’re generally sensitive, intelligent people who respond positively to quality entertainment.

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Grell (Anders): "Science fiction is an existential metaphor, that allows us to tell stories about the human condition. Isaac Asimov once said: ‘Individual science fiction stories may seem as trivial as ever to the blinder critics and philosophers of today — but the core of science fiction, its essence has become crucial to our salvation, if we are to be saved at all.“